The wine near the flag pavilion is delicious and drunk after a long time. Singing and laughing with people, lazy makeup comb.
Outdoor spring is a horse. The red candle in front of the bed calls Lu at night, and meeting can still solve the feelings.
2, "Young Beauty Listening to the Rain" (Song) Jie Jiang
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step.
3. Bodhisattva Man Paints a Red Candle in the Rain (Song Dynasty)
The drizzle on the eaves in the painting is a red candle. Sparse stars and neglect cold jade.
Gambling like the blue sky. Jinbo is more about ships.
The day before the bottle. Look down at the flowers.
The sky is grey and the water is long. Lonely building.
4. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty)
Golden songs and red candles are rare. Liangzhou dance is a bit awkward. When you are awake or lonely.
Draw a building with high clouds and weak warm air in the window. There are many fallen leaves on the green branches.
5. Huanxisha (Song) Zhao Yanduan
I greet you under the flower, under the shoulder and under the moon. Avoid whispering, and your face is rosy. The painting hall is covered with red candles.
Sick wine worries about spring sleep, and all day long the rain clears up. Use your head to think clearly.
2. Poems praising candles: 12 1 "Spring silkworms weep at the wick every night when they die", and praise the teacher's dedication with candles.
2. "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about the rain in the evening", the candlelight sets off the affection and warmth of reunion after a long separation.
3. "Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn", and write farewell through candles.
4. "Mother by Candlelight" eulogizes her mother by candles.
5 burn yourself and illuminate others.
Li Yu's words began to shine, and the dragon and candle would fight. (Under "Kong Tie")
Tian e's miscellaneous songs hurt the night alone, put out the candle and lie in the blue room. I'm afraid I'm sentimental about the moon. I'll take care of the bed.
* * * Miscellaneous songs 6. There is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day.
Zhang's miscellaneous songs and words, the Palace of Flowers and Beauty, the Floating Luan Hall, and the anvil sound across the Phoenix Building. The water sill sings, and the red candle welcomes autumn first.
Xue's ballads, ancient songs, beautiful women near red candles, candles sitting and cutting new brocade. You know you haven't slept at night by playing with a knife often.
His beauty has become haggard since he became a king (Jia's poem). Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears.
A great monarch (Jia Shi) is a monarch. I miss you like a candle at night, and I weep a thousand times.
Yang Shidao sings and dances (poems by Yang Shidao). Twenty-eight is like snow, and three spring flowers are early. Branches turn into candles, a kind of oblique wind.
Jiang's two ancient songs, Beauty Pass red candle sitting alone to cut new brocade. Play with scissors often, and you will know when it is cold at night.
Meng Haoran and Zhang Jiang watched the thistle lanterns which were different from the local customs, and replaced the New Year with the old ones. Jimen looked at the wahoo and suspected that it was burned by Candle dragon.
Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo. Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone.
Zhang Ji drinks Shili's house. The door is open in spring and at night, and the lights and candles are shining. I was drunk, drank a toast and stayed up all night.
It's always messy to suck candles and step on fairy mud in the spring cave of ancient mines. I don't know what Taoist priest it is, with a supernatural scroll in his hand.
Twelve poems written by Quan Deyu in Yutai style. After the empty boudoir put out the candle, Luobo slept alone. Tears are hurting my heart, but I don't know.
And the three halls of Wei Liu have new names: Twenty-one Chants, the moon pool is cold, the bright moon is in the sky, and the crescent moon is beside the pool. If you don't envy Qing Yan, you will become a candle.
Zhang Gong? Untitled Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
3. Ode to the Red Candle Poetry Ode to the Red Candle
Wen Yiduo
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your inner comparison, but what about the general color?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
I shed tears for your fruits and create a bright career for you.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."
Ode to red candle
Liu jikun
The teacher is a red candle,
We are the candle flowers under the candle,
Shine in her light.
It's raining in Mao Mao,
We are the grass in the drizzle,
Grow sturdily under her nourishment.
4. 100 words, praise the teacher's red candle ode couplet: Xi Shitao Li Man Sangzi Dongtan long snake is a model of ten cold and nine clouds. Make friends with seven-foot men in all directions. Follow six rules, five stresses, four beauties and three virtues. Learning at two o'clock and one line is bound to succeed. Night lighting will end at night. Ten volumes of Zhejingui E68A84E8A2ad616964616f31333328. 036 Poetry and Fu Chapter IX Pythagoras' Eight Essays and Seven Weeds Geography with Six Arts, Five Classics, Four Books, Three Characters and Two Elegances, One Mind and One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Mind, One Touching Song, Bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. Teacher's eyes teacher's eyes, like the moon at night, we are stars, flashing in the teacher's smile.
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
5. Five poems about accumulating red candles 1 When a person goes to a tryst at night, the birds don't call the wind and the houses on both sides of the street stand silently. It's my own anklet that makes me shy. When I stood on the balcony, listening to his footsteps, the leaves didn't shake, and the river was still like a sword on the knee of the sleeping sentry. It's my own heart pounding _ _ I don't know what to do. Sitting beside me, when my body trembled, my eyelids drooped and the night deepened, the wind blew out the lights and the clouds dragged over the veils on the stars. It's the baby on my chest that shines. I don't know how to hide it. If you are busy filling water bottles, come on, come to my lake. The lake will surround your feet and whisper its secrets. There is desire on the beach. Like the thick hair on your eyebrows, I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, knocking in my heart. Come on, come to my lake, if you have to fill the water bottle. If you want to sit around, let your water bottle float on the water. Come on, come to my lake, the grass is green and there are countless wild flowers. Your thoughts will fly out of your black eyes, just like birds fly out of their nests. Your veil will fade. Blue water will not pass you, nor will it drown you. Water waves will tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to my lake. If you want to go crazy and die, come to my lake. Cold and bottomless. It is as dark as dreamless sleep. In its depths, night is day and singing is silent. Come on, if you want to die, come to my lake. I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest. Tiredness still lingers in the eyes of dawn, crying in the air. The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground. Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream. I stood still. I don't say a word. It's the hidden birds singing in the dense leaves. Mango trees spread flowers on the village road, and bees will buzz around. The worshippers began to chant. You put the jar on your knee and milk it. I stood there with an empty bucket. I didn't come near you. The sky woke up with the gong in the temple. The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof. I hugged the bubbling water bottle and the women came from the river. Your bracelet jingled and the milk foam overflowed the jar. The morning light faded and I didn't come near you. Bamboo branches rustled in the wind. The bipedal cuckoo with oblique shadow and outstretched arms is tired of singing. I'm walking on the side of the road, and I don't know why. The low shade covered the hut by the water. Someone is busy at work, and her cymbals are playing in a corner. I stood in front of the hut, I don't know why. The winding path passes through a mustard field and several layers of mango trees. It passes the village temple and the ferry. I don't know why. One day a few years ago, the March wind blew, spring whispered wearily, and mango flowers fell to the ground. The waves jumped over the copper bottle standing on the doorstep of the ferry. I think I don't know why on this day when the wind blows in March. The shadows deepened and the cattle returned to the fence. The deserted pasture was pale and the villagers waited by the river. I went back slowly, and I don't know why. I am like a musk deer. Crazy about my own perfume. The night is in mid-May, and the breeze is the breeze in the south. I lost my way, I wandered, I pursued what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't pursue. The image of my own wishes emerged from my heart and danced. This flashing image flew by. I tried to hold on to it, but it dodged and flew away with me. I pursued what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't pursue. This began the record of our hearts. It was a moonlit night in March. The air smells of impatiens; My flute was thrown on the ground, and your flowers were not woven well. The love between you and me is as simple as a song. Your orange veil charmed my eyes. The jasmine wreath you knitted for me made my heart tremble, as if I had been praised. This is a game of giving and staying, hiding and showing. Some smiles, some shyness, and some sweet and useless obstacles. The love between you and me is as simple as a song. There is no mystery beyond the present; Don't force the impossible; There is no shadow behind charm; There is no exploration in the dark. The love between you and me is as simple as a song. We didn't go out of all languages and enter eternal silence; We didn't raise our hands to the sky except hope. We give, we get, that's enough. We didn't grind happiness into powder to extract the wine of pain. The love between you and me is as simple as a song. He comes and goes every day. Go ahead and give him the flowers from my head, my friend. If he asks who is the giver, I ask you not to tell him my name, because he has come and gone. He sat on the ground under the tree and paved his seat with flowers and thick leaves, my friend. His eyes were melancholy, which brought melancholy to my heart. He didn't say what he thought; He just came and went. Why did this young vagrant come to my door at dawn? Every time I pass by him, my eyes will be attracted by his face. I don't know whether I should talk to him or keep silent. Why did he come to me specially? The cloudy night in July is dark; The sky in autumn is light blue, and the south wind makes spring restless. Every time he writes a new song with a new tune, my eyes are foggy when I put down my work. Why did he come to me specially? When she hurried past me, her skirt touched me. Suddenly, the warmth of spring blew from the nameless island of a heart. A moment's flirting swept through me and then disappeared, like a torn petal fluttering in the breeze. It falls on my heart, like a sigh of her body and a whisper of her heart. Don't hide the secret in your heart, my friend, tell me in private. 68860.68686868661You smile so gently and speak so gently that my heart will listen to you, not my ears. The night is deep, the court is quiet and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleep. I never hesitate.
6. Are there any poems praising candles?
Don
The warm red flame burns for a while, and the end of the month begins.
I hate blue hall's night farewell, like tears.
1, candles in the Han Palace at sunset (Tang Hanling, cold food)
2. Candles are thoughtful and farewell (Don Mutu, "Two Farewells")
3. Candles shed tears and complain about flutes (Tang Fengyan thought "Que Tread, Several Phoenix Buildings Have a Banquet")
4. Yan Jinghong Candle (Tang Huangfusong's "Pick a new branch and take a sip")
5. The Banquet Candle Tears Red (Tang Huangfusong, Bamboo Branch)
6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye (Two Farewells by Don Mutu)
7. Draw a halberd door with a candle red (Tang Bai Juyi's Night Return)
8. Candles shed tears until dawn (Shu's "Broken peaches at sea are easy to ripen")
9, candle half cage golden jade (stone "Where is Nanxiangzi leaning")
10, candles are sold into red tears (Song He Zhu's "Remembering Fairy Pose/Dreaming")
1 1, full moon window in candlelight (Songmao, Huanxisha)
12, residual candle (Song Zhao Shi Xia's "partridge, firecrackers in the middle of the year and their removal")
13. Candles are thoughtful and farewell (Tang Mutu, two farewells)
14. Has Shi Jia ever cut candles (Tang Li Shangyin Peony)
15, the first dish is candle red (Tang Caotang's Old Banquet of Xu Shaoling in Chang 'an Guest House, Send Five Poems of Xiao in Yongzhou)
16, the incense sticks are always dark (Tang Xuxuan's Sleepwalking Trilogy)
17. Candles shed tears and flutes complained (Don Feng Yansi's "Butterfly Lovers Cold Chicken Outside the Window")
18, candles and cigarettes all the way in the spring breeze (Song Song Baigong Temple)
19, there is no need to put candles in the palace (Bai, Gong Ci)
20, the teacher points candle (Jian "public words")
7. The original poem "Red Candle" in Ode to a Red Candle
Red candle
Author: Wen Yiduo
Ah!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your heart and compare it,
But what about ordinary colors?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
Depression, tears for your fruit,
Create light for your career.
Red candle!
Mo Wen harvests, but requires cultivation.
Literary historical materials
"Red Candle" is the first poem written by Wen Yiduo, a famous collection of poems in modern China. The poem "Red Candle" is a poem with the same name as the collection of poems, and it is the preface of the collection of poems "Red Candle".
It has a wide range of themes and rich contents, or expresses the poet's patriotic feelings, or criticizes the darkness under feudal rule, or reflects the suffering of working people, or depicts the beauty of nature. Clever conception, novel imagination and vivid language image. Red candle is also another name for flamingos.
In the poem "Red Candle", the red candle is a poet and the poet is a red candle. "Red candle! Mo Wen harvested, but asked hard. " It is not only the refinement of the spirit of red candle, but also the poet's encouragement to himself: sacrifice and selfless dedication. Every paragraph of the poem begins with the call of "red candle", forming a rich lyrical atmosphere, followed by self-questioning, since the enlightenment, self-answering and self-encouragement, which shows persistent pursuit step by step and has strong appeal.
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Appreciation of red candle
This poem "Red Candle" is the preface of Wen Yiduo's poetry collection "Red Candle", and this poetry collection published in September 1923 is the first poetry collection published by the poet, which shows that this poem is the foundation stone of Wen Yiduo's poetry career. The interpretation of Red Candle provides an important starting point for us to analyze the poet's inner world and psychological structure. It should be noted that Wen Yiduo embarked on a creative path of modern poets from the red candle era.
Compared with some other May 4th poets, Wen Yiduo obviously has deeper feelings for China's traditional poetics. While accepting the nutrition of western poetics, he never gave up learning and imitating China's classical poetry. The works of Li Shangyin, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, are one of China's classical poems that Wen Yiduo is most interested in. His famous phrase "Candle tears every night" is of course familiar to him. In this way, "red candle" is the ideal of China literati.
When he finished the title of his first book of poetry, "Red Candle" appeared clearly for the first time, which is the origin of the title of poetry and the preface of "Red Candle". From this, we can get a glimpse of the psychological characteristics of the poet Wen Yiduo in the first stage of his creation: he is not simply self-expression and self-portrayal (although he appreciates the goddess of self-expression). The western romantic poetics of self-expression and self-description did not occupy a dominant position in his spiritual world; The poet's self-expression is consciously attached to a certain "mode", and his understanding of "mode" and his understanding of himself are carried out at the same time. These creative psychology are obviously related to the art of China's classical poetry. Therefore, the surface of the consciousness structure of Red Candle is permeated with the fragrance of traditional poetics.
But Red Candle is obviously not a modern copy of Untitled by Li Shangyin. This poem is full of realistic projection and the voice of the times. The poet's "self" belonging to the May 4th Movement and the individual and the "self" belonging to the traditional culture and national psychology are so intricately intertwined that they complement each other, explain each other and express their opinions, but more are contradictions and conflicts, thus giving birth to a strange "red candle".
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8. All the poems praising candles are untitled.
Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Style: Seven Laws
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Du Mu sent two farewell songs.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Tang and Five Dynasties-Hanyi Cold Food
Spring city is full of flowers,
Cold food, east wind and willows.
At sunset, in the Han Palace, people distribute candles.
Light smoke scattered into Wuhou mansion.